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Oh, the rumours are vicious, my ears are burning
It’s been a long hard day
Telephone rings, I still got nothing to say
Considerations tossed out the window
I feel a little bit wired
The rules say anything goes but I don’t want to play

You said I could walk away
Take me back to where my life burns

I’m still searching for something
I’m still looking for someone
But I’m caught in the middle
Of a broken heart and a life on the run

Took a long walk down through the backstreets
I heard the city scream
Reminds me of the time I run wicked and free

And now here I stand all alone
But I’m back to where my life burns

I’m still searching for something
I’m still looking for someone
But I’m caught in the middle
Of a broken heart and a life on the run

One heart, one home
But I’m still holding on
I’ve loved, but I’ve roamed
And now I’m going home, going home, yeah

I’m still searching for something
Still looking for someone
But I’m caught in the middle
Of a broken heart and a life on the run

I’m still searching for something
I’m still looking for someone
But I’m caught in the middle
Of a broken heart and a life on the run
A broken heart and a life on the run
A broken heart, life on the run

[Verse 1]
Uh
Let’s get it straight, I’m the hottest nigga in the states
Never heard of me, I guess you late
You know you doing good when these niggas hate
Yeah, they ain’t care what a nigga ate
Now it’s Ruth Chris on my dinner plate
Yeah I get money with the bigger face
After my first hundred thou, had to get it safe
Yeah, I kept money in the closet
Stacked up everything that I deposit
Pieces hitting, ya’ll should be declining
I only made it out because I tried shit
No way in hell ya’ll could be up
The money that ya’ll showing it’s just reup
It’s slow for ya’ll niggas, better speed up
I’m in the hood, daddy chilling with my feet up

[Hook]
We got them choppas, we got automatics
We carry ourselves like we ready for war
No applications, it’s heavy rotations
From selling these drugs all in front of the store
When they see you winning
They want you to slip
But I couldn’t fall off if I fell on the floor
They was ignoring, now bitches is calling
When they see you balling, it is easy to score
Fuck with your ball

[Verse 2]
I’m on my shit, stop hating get off my dick
Yeah, I was looking for a son shit
Phone clicking I was fliping like a sidekick
Yeah, I be flipping like a side bitch
When she slipping through your phone and she find shit
Yeah, I go hard so my mind tense
Shit ain’t adding up for you then it’s nonsense
Yeah, can’t let the days go by nigga
Since I was young I always wanted to be a fly nigga
Going dumb with the gang like [?] nigga
You got to remain the same to stay mine nigga
Yeah, they switch too much, they bitch too much
Parents prolly spoil, that means you use to get too much
So when shit don’t go their way they catch a fit too much
Find him a band he rips too much
From Nino bitch

[Hook]
We got them choppas, we got automatics
We carry ourselves like we ready for war
No applications, it’s heavy rotations
From selling these drugs all in front of the store
When they see you winning
They want you to slip
But I couldn’t fall off if I fell on the floor
They was ignoring, now bitches is calling
When they see you balling, it is easy to score
Fuck with your boy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

[Verse]
I been thinking centuries
In twenty years will these niggas mention me?
I’m all in your odds
Don’t know many times I’ve played these cards
Just keep your guard and disregard facades
Tunnel vision has brought me this far
Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling
Fuck was I, yo
Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones
If I’m on then I’m gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace
Snakes will never be stand up
I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated
Ironically, no apologies
I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth
I’m tired of struggling, I’m tired of making excuses
If you want change then make a change, don’t get lost in the ‘clusive
That shit ain’t conducive of forward thinking
Too many blacks is dying
Too many cops acquitted
My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding
I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances
But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances
I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner
Gotta be bigger than self, don’t ask [me out if] you want ta
Don’t say I never warned ya
Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself
You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy
I followed no recipe, this is my shit
Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit
Use my talents to better humanity
How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity
I search for the man in me
Responsibility for my passion
I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action
Can’t leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion
What have you done to make my land a better place though?
Nigga case closed, since my father I don’t carry on with
Refusing offers from seat and sponsors
You so accomplished, you so above
All this nonsense, self-righteous
Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm
Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul and witness how long it actually tends to take
I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom
I move in silence but nothing actually climbs
Don’t lose your soul, nigga
Don’t ever lose your purpose when it’s told, nigga
Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture
These cold niggas invest in my whole liver
Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins
Told him I’d whip his ass if I found him around them problems
Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers
But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves
Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off
I’m feeling best off when I’m open and private
Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide?
I know some niggas who cried
Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes
Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he’d probably survive
Chills down my spine and what I’m concerned with
Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route how to maximize this clout
I owe y’all apologies
See, I been making music for the wrong reasons
I think my vanity’s catching up with my sense of being
I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine
Ain’t spoke to friends in like seven months [?] for this passion
Fuck all that reenacting, I’m more concerned with memes than taking action
Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting
A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness
I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting
I’ma do everything in my power to watch the masses
I’ma get…